(Mary Gauthier) Born a bastard child in New Orleans to a woman I've never seen I don't know if she ever held me All I know is that she let go of me
three, And the mothers called, "Mary, call home your child," their eyes all drowned in tears. Mary mild (Mary mild, Mary mild), Mary mild (Mary mild) called home her Child
hand, said, "We're not those kind of men. It's peace and quiet that we need to go back to work again." Joey, Joey, King of the streets, child of clay
I'm twice born, once and seven something Once is the resurrection of honorable function Been shoveling a coal as the engine's doctor Long enough to see
the reason why we've continue to last , against all odds, the underclass. Nzingha. The power you amass, the glory that the future presents is vast. For my sins against
large in our lives that they are fair game to be used as fodder for creating fictions. Both Bryan and Eric strong-armed themselves onto tape yet again." Has your child
is here from the heavenly climes Or again does return the golden times Her eyes outshine every brilliant ray, She opens her lips - 'tis Month of May. Mary
day and still carry a trey-five-seven (On Earth, As It Is In Heaven) [Chorus] (On the planet) Earth, it was my place of birth Born to be the sole controller
, And the mothers called, "Mary, call home your child," their eyes all drowned in tears. Mary mild (Mary mild, Mary mild), Mary mild (Mary mild) called home her Child